french tips, red lips

"None of us get out alive. Now you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you could be grateful that when your body rubs against someone else's, it explodes with enough pleasure that you can forget, even for a minute, that you're only a walking pile of ashes."

I still have three finals to go. My next one (that I am rightfully unprepared for) is in 2 1/2 hours. I forget what sleep feels like. You know you're a Florida State student when the library is just as crowded at 4 a.m. as it is at 4 p.m. And so this post isn't all text and useless information about my life (obviously lastnightsparty):